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Who: Robb Stark & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide broadcast & some action
Action: The Marsiva
When: 22nd of December

[Before he starts to talk Robb peers into the box given to him. Apparently it works like ravens only faster and without wings. And would it also mean that everyone could see him?.

He figures he should sound firm and sure. Especially in an environment he does not entirely know. Well, he knows some things but not enough to string things together properly.]

Good morrow. How did I arrive here? [He rolls his shoulders a little and moves a hand through his hair.] I have heard I am part of a show. But why is that so? [Could people really see him through this thing? He peers into the box again and for a moment anyone hearing this can see a large blue eyeball gazing at them. Finally it zooms out and Robb talks again.] I have not asked for this. There are other places where I am needed.

I appreciate all answers. The ones who are able to send me back to where I belong will not be forgotten. If it is coin you wish we can talk of that. My name is Robb Stark. [A pause. Still, he has to know so he asks the most important question of all.]

Can anyone see me through this?

[Robb is still wearing the clothes he came with. He remembers he spilled a bit of grease on his collar when he was at the Twins but it seems to be gone completely. When he looks at the direwolf pin that keeps his cloak together it seems to shine even more than it did before he entered lord Frey's great hall.

He walks slowly towards the large windows and narrows his eyes a little. He has been told about space and planets. He has been told about ships flying through space to visit said planets but the actual view is even more impressive than he imagined it to be.

His fingers tighten around the crown he is holding in his hands.]

It is a never ending darkness...

[He mutters the words more to himself than anyone who is close to him. Gods, it is even more impressive than he imagined it to be. Like the blue sky only further than that.]

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[Robb, meet your first alien. Ahsoka pops up on the screen, and she looks almost human-- if it weren't for the orange skin just slightly a few shades too saturated to be human, the strange white markings on her face and the blue-and-white-striped horns popping out of her head. It could pass for an elaborate costume over a video feed though... perhaps...]

Hey there! [She seems cheery.]

Has everyone answered your questions, or do you still need some answers?

[Robb blinks at this creature’s appearance. He knew men could burn from the sun, but this is a shade of orange is far too orange to blame the sun for. And he is quite sure those are horns.

He cocks his head a little at her question, blinking once again.]

All I wish to know is how I get off this...ship. [He needs to pick up Bran and Sansa and leave for home.] ...My lady. [Her voice is a female one, that is for sure.]

Ah. Another one of those, huh? You don't need to "my lady" me. Just call me Ahsoka, and we'll be fine.

You can get off the ship once you're assigned. It usually takes a few days. Until then, find the kitchen, grab something to eat. It's mostly all protein rations so it's not super appetizing, but you won't starve.

['That sounds a bit odd coming from the mouth of an orange woman.' He thinks it but does not say it.]

Ahsoka it is, then. [Even though he tries to sound neutral there is a bit of frustration in his voice. He knows his siblings are here and once again, he finds himself impossible to see them. Wait until they assign you a ship. Wait for the shuffle.]

I know of that. It is all they tell me. I cannot wait a few days. And I am not hungry either. [That, and he has no idea what protein is.] There must be...ships who provide this ship with goods, not? [That is how it must work. Just like the people of Wintertown used to bring parts of their harvest to Winterfell.] They can take me with them.

[Ahsoka's face seems sympathetic. She might not understand what he's going through, but she gets the frustration. ]

The ships refuel and restock every so often at way stations. Apart from that, nothing ever seems to board the Marsiva. I'm sorry.

Try to pass the the time by learning what you can about this place. Chances are it's very different from your home, and the time will pass faster if you're distracted.

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[That makes no sense at all. If a commander would not provide an army with food or water they would all perish. Strong men would go weak, weak men would become sick.]

Distraction is not going to be that easy. [Robb shrugs.] I know that I am a part of some play. A show. And that it is a form of amusement. [But she is right about that entire difference with his world. Gods be good, if his men would know that Westeros is but a planet floating in a large space full of planets. They would think him mad for sure.]

I just wish to see my brother and sister. I have not seen them for so long. Instead I am sitting here, waiting for no reason at all. [He pulls a face, looking more like a pouty child instead of the man grown he wants himself to be.]

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... I'm sorry. That sounds frustrating.

[And she sounds genuinely sorry, too. She isn't patronising him. She's putting herself in his shoes.]

I wish there was something I could tell you that would make the situation suck less, but there isn't. Trust me. I'm familiar with ships like these. Back home, I used to fly them all over our galaxy. I don't mean to sound cocky when I say that if I can't find a way out faster than the Atroma intend, then no one can.

At least you can probably contact your siblings over the network. I know it's not the same as an in-person reunion, but... it's better than nothing. Are you familiar with how these devices work?

[She doesn't ask it to be condescending. She's well aware that there's a large number of people here who aren't familiar with technology, and Robb seems like one of them.]

It is. [He nods while saying that, eyes shifting to the side. Orange ladies aren’t of any importance at this point. But, gods, how he wants to see Bran and Sansa again. It makes him restless and irritable. Sitting here doing nothing makes him grind his teeth with frustration.]

I know you only wish to be of help and I appreciate it. [It sounds a little distant to his ears. He appreciates the help, really, yet the need to be with his siblings is far greater.] I know how they work. [At least he gets the hang of it. People can connect to the box and talk to other people.] I thought the people were inside the box at first but it is something else. [Something that can only happen when floating in space like this.]

There is space at your home as well?

[That would make everything much easier...]

Well-- technically, there's space everywhere. You can't have life without it. It's just that some planets have developed the technology to travel through it, and some haven't yet!

Where I'm from, we've been travelling through space for hundreds of thousands of years. From what I've been able to gather, compared to most other people here, the galaxy I come from is old. So it makes sense.

It does mean I have a certain advantage over most other people who come here, though. So I'm always happy to offer to explain the ropes.

[She doesn't mean to prattle on, except she kind of does. There's nothing that can be done for Robb's immediate problem, so hopefully at least changing the subject will distract him.]

[He just blinks at her words. Robb Stark is no maester, he is a boy raised to command. Most of his life consisted out of warfare.] It is odd to think Westeros a planet. [He mutters the words more to himself than to Ahsoka on the other side of the box.]

It is rather hard to understand this properly. [Robb admits it with a sigh.] It is as if I know but I do not know at the same time. Common inside my head, but uncommon to my eyes.

[He does not entirely mind the prattling of the other. He thinks of getting off of this ship and wrap his arms around his siblings.]

Gods...I cannot believe they are here. [The words are more muttered at himself than to the one who is talking to him.]

[Ahsoka nods at Robb's explanation, then her eyes soften at his utterance.]

... Has it been a long time since you last saw them?

[Robb sighs and nods, the look on his face changing a little.]

Aye. Too long. [When he moves he looks a little impatient.] They have been lost to me. [Dead, even.]

They will not let me see them.

[He is still gazing at Ahsoka through the screen, wondering if she is wearing some space-like hat or that that is actually her hair.]

They will, in time.

[Ahsoka notices the staring, after a moment. She's perceptive like that. Unfortunately for Robb, he is wrong on both counts-- it neither a hat, nor her hair. She cocks an eyebrow at him.]

... Is there ... something on my face?

I do not think I wish to wait for long. I have heard their voices, I wish to be at their side.

[Like he should always have been.]

No...ah... [Maybe he has been staring too hard.] My apologies. [He does not speak of it further. It would not be polite to ask a lady if she was wearing a hat or that her hair is her hat at the same time.] Your face is [Orange.] fine, my lady.

[There's not much she can say to the former that she hasn't said already, but as to the latter--]

You've never seen a Togruta before, have you.

[It's not a question. It's a statement. She doesn't look offended, though. Just amused.]

Most people here haven't, it turns out.

I am afraid not. [He should not have stared like a bloody lackwit. A long pause follows before he asks the most dire question that haunts his mind.] I wonder if you are wearing a hat or that it is your hair, my lady.

[She is probably from space. Instead of answering her last sentence with that surprises me not, he just smiles in an apologetic way.]

Neither, actually.

Togruta don't have hair like humans do. The pointy bits on top are actually horns. I know, mine are kinda short... but they grow taller as we get older! Also, they're super sensitive to vibrations in the air, so we Togruta have very good spatial awareness.

The bottom half aren't actually part of the horns. They look joined, but they're a separate body part. Like your hand from your forearm. Humans like to call 'em "head-tails," though the proper word for them is lekku.

How's that for an alien anatomy lesson, huh?

[To Robb’s ears this all sounds like absolute idiocy. The only reason why it does not show on his face is that it would be terribly rude. He blinks a couple of times when she explains horns and head-tails to him.]

If they were on your head they would not be called tails. [He mutters the words softly, as if it is something he muses for himself.]

Well, I cannot say. I have never met an alien. [Well, now he does.] We do not have creatures like you where I live. [The tone of his voice is hesitant. To be fair Robb Stark has been living underneath a rock and all he knows about other creatures are of stories. And most stories he does not deem true to begin with.]

If you would walk there they will kill you within the blink of an eye.

[Ahsoka just grins-- unlike Robb, she makes no secret of her amusement at his statement.]

I'd like to see them try. I'm not so easy to kill.

[Maybe that is because she is an alien. Aliens have different bodies, of course.]

That is a bold statement, my lady.

[Most of his men are rather good with axe and sword.]

What kind of weapon would you defend yourself with?

Back home I used a lightsaber. [Wait, he doesn't know about tech, he isn't going to know about lightsabers, Ahsoka. She rushes on.] That's a kind of-- sword, I guess. Only it can cut through anything. Like, anything-anything.

But I can defend myself pretty well even without a 'saber. I've been trained in most forms of combat since I was young. Hand to hand, staff, blaster-- you name it. I can probably use it.

If you have a good sword it can cut to everything as well. [Like one of Valerian steel.] I do not think a saber made of light can do anything about that. [How can light cut anything?]

That is rather impressive, my lady. [He smiles a little.] I know how to handle a sword. But I am better with a lance. [A snort.] I am not much of an archer, I am afraid.

[Theon was...]

It's not really made of light. It's a laser. Uh. Think fire, only a thousand times hotter.

If it makes you feel any better, I don't really have many other practical skills. Turns out Jedi training doesn't really prepare you for living in the real world!

[Robb nods slowly. Lasers is something he knows of. Not something common but as someone who knows about security...there are lasers involved. Somehow.]

Aye. I think I get that. They should name it lasersaber then, not?

[Well, his lord father has also not prepared him for the confusion that came with having a crown atop of his head.]

You should not blame your master for that. [Whatever a Jedi might be. Probably something important.] After all, you cannot ask a blacksmith to teach you about cooking, not? And I am quite sure a cook would not be able to forge a sword.

Probably. But it doesn't sound half as cool.

[She shrugs.]

... I don't blame Anakin for that. He was a great master-- I learned a lot from him. Just... stating the facts.

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